PREVIEW Working its way through the ranks of punk rock's prestigious pantheon, Puerto Rico's Davila 666 is held in the same regard as King Khan and Black Lips, even sounding kinda Ramones-ish at times. Its debut self-titled release is on the label that can do no wrong, In the Red. Expect an onslaught of guitar fuzz, jangle, and theatrics, sung entirely en Español!

Co-headlining for the night is the Midwest's own Mannequin Men. Read more »

Sexo y Violencia. It's a fitting tag for the L.A.-born spectacle known as Lucha VaVoom. Read more »

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MISSION CREEK There he was, all cherubic, eating a "beej" — the nickname I've affectionately given the burgers at BJ, a.k.a. Read more »

It was a strange day. It didn't start normally, nor did it end that way. It began with a disturbing run-in with one of my roommates. I was getting ready to work at 6 a.m., while he was trying to hook up after pulling an all-nighter. After that awkward encounter, I made my way into work with an uneasy, ill feeling. It was inexplicable. My sour mood took twists and turns and like the onset of what I imagine feels like a nervous breakdown. Something was wrong. Everyone knows peripheral, typical job frustrations, but I had a scowl on my face for my entire shift. Read more »

PREVIEW Enough about Thee Oh Sees already. Let's talk about Shannon and the Clams. John Dwyer's new outfit is great and all, but Shannon is bodacious. She's a peroxide-haired, punk-rock pin-up who gets real mean on her Danelectro bass.

I caught the classic beauty out and about last week with an unmasked Nobunny. They were catching a glimpse of those pretty Black Lips performing at the Great American Music Hall. A few months earlier, I saw Shannon and her Clams doin' their thing for the hometown crowd at Oakland's Stork Club. Read more »

PREVIEW In the 1960s Booker T. and the MG's served as Stax/Volt's house band, much like the Funk Brothers were for Motown. Playing alongside Otis Redding, Sam & Dave, and the Staple Singers, among others, they beat Love and also Sly and the Family Stone to the racially-integrated rock-band punch. It was 1962's "Green Onions" on the Memphis-based soul label that put them on the map. The song's recent omnipresence at sporting events has given it a bit of a "jock jam" tag, but it isn't tarnished completely.

Today Booker T. Read more »

THEE OH SEES AND EAT SKULL

Fuzz is the new black — at least according to the gospel preached by Thee Oh Sees and Eat Skull. The two West Coast combos will take the beer- and noise-soaked pulpit at the Eagle Tavern to bang out hazy sermons of garage wit and wisdom. (L.C. Mason)

With Grant Hart and the Fresh and Onlys. Thurs/26, 9 p.m., $5. Eagle Tavern, 398 12th St., SF. (415) 626-0880. www.sfeagle.com

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PREVIEW It doesn't take six degrees of separation to link the new breed of local bands performing at the University of San Francisco's Festival for Freedom benefit show. They're an interwoven clan of West Coast outfits with garage rock tendencies and psychedelic leanings. And they're just about all in each other's MySpace top eight. If I had to label, I'd consider the term "flower punks" for 'em. I mean, c'mon, San Francisco has a huge Haight-Ashbury legacy to live up to. Read more »

PREVIEW Country-rock pioneer and original Byrds bassist Chris Hillman prepares to throw down some bluegrass with longtime friend, banjo player Herb Pedersen, at Yoshi's SF this week.

As a founding member of the Byrds and later the Flying Burrito Brothers, Hillman was a staple of California's fabled Laurel Canyon music scene during the late 1960s. Although the musician's roots are steeped in bluegrass, it wasn't until meeting his eventual Byrds bandmate Gram Parsons in 1968 that the group took on a significantly unique direction. Read more »